…the year I DIDN’T GET TO GO TO YELLOWSTONE, thanks to certain silly elected officials.

…the year I saw my grandmother for the first time in a long time.

…the year I saw more movies in five months than in the previous 26 months combined.

…the year I learned to appreciate pop music again, tolerate Miley Cyrus (I went there) and hate Taylor Swift just a little less.

…the year I got to see my Brewers in action again, even if they, er, weren’t great.

…the year I started running and didn’t hate it.

…the year I had to start looking for a job, like, for real.

…the year I let go of a lot of things from my past.

…and, most importantly, the year I got to eat bacon again.

There is a lot to look forward to in 2014. I’ll keep up the search for the perfect job (read: one that pays me money). I’ll get a dog. I’ll see some more movies, some more Brewers games. That’s all I’ve got planned so far. But that’s enough for me.

So happy new year! Enjoy it, because it’ll be 2015 before you know it.